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domingo, 15 de mayo de 2011

I miss death, cuz...
i don´t want your smile
to be torn.

When the crow came
and knocked my door,
i pray him fervid

to bring me back the sky in your eyes,
the view of my wish...
the face of my dream.

1 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

I miss you every second that goes by,
because in your embrace I feel so warm,
because under your eyes I feel so fine.

When the crow descended to the Earth, I was looking trough the window, looking at my night sky.
I will wait until you come back to my arms, 'cuz my sky won't be complete 'til your eyes come back to me.

Is just that you're my dream.

·X·

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